Waxing flora, still fresh and new,
Gaze upon thy fruitful life,
Accept the iron will of the world,
Anon such exotic stems protrude,
Resilient roots distend the source,
Corrupt leaves make amends,
And purified pistils shall emerge.
Ask of thyself,
Dost prescribed soils result only in medicated blooms?
Forgive, yet forget me not.